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Priscilla's Room. Farce in 1 act by Louise L. Wilson 
Priscilla gains possession of the room by a clever ruse. Full 
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Priscilla s Room 



A FARCE IN ONE ACT 



BY 
Louise Latham Wilson 



Copyright 1921, by Willis N. Bugbe* 



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Priscilla's Room 



CHARACTERS 

Mr. Jasper Holmes : A senior, very carefully dressed 

Mr. Lester Wells A junior, rather careless in appearance 

Mr. Michael O'Toole The janitor, dressed accordingly 

Peter The bell boy 

Miss Priscilla Barnes 

A senior, tohite middy blouse and dark skirt 
Mrs. Mary Ann O'Leary 

The scrub lady, faded work dress and apron 



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Priscilla's Room 



Scene: Room in a students apartment house. Entrance L, 
windoics L and R, and double doors or archway, half concealed 
by portieres, C, presumably leading to another room in same 
apartment. Curtain rises disclosing empty stage. 

Michael O'Toole enters C, whistling, carrying large printed 
sign — "This apartment to let — none but students need apply," 
which he places in the loindow. 

Michael. "None but students need apply!" Begobs, if I was 
runnin' this house, I'd turn it inside out and make it read "All 
but shtudents need apply!" Sure, it'd be aisier on me, for I'm 
the janitor. I often think of thim plisant days whin I was 
stokin' coal on the liner Oceana. Faith, what wid keepin' three 
stories of shtudents widin the limits of the law, I'm that tired 
I cud go to slape walkin' if I cud only shtand shtill long enough. 
(Bell rings off L.) Yis, there's me bell, as usual. (Calls.) Peter! 
Peter! 

(Enter Peter L.) 

Peter, I'm called away. It may be fer years, and it may be 
foriver. If I don't git back for an hour, and if there's any 
shtudents inquirin' for rooms, show 'em this. If ye rint this 
apartment, while I'm gone, it's a quarter I'll give you. 

Peter. All at once? 

Michael. Yis, me lad, cash down. 

Peter. It's a bargain. Me for an ice cream soda! 
(Michael goes whistling off L.) 

Now for a long an' happy hour with this here book, "John, 
the young hero, or, Captured by the Bandits." 

(Seats himself in the comer with volume — is soon oblivious 
to everything. Bell off L. rings and rings. Enter Priscilla 
Barnes, L.) 

Priscilla. Dear, dear! The janitor of this building must be 
very hard of hearing, for I rang and rang. However, I've seen 
the agent, paid my rent and engaged this apartment; and it is, 
fortunately, unlocked. I can take possession at once, (opens 
suitcase and places one or two photographs) I am so anxious to 
be settled, so I can give that little spread. This place will be 
lovely when I have unpacked my pillows and pictures. The 



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girls think I am so brave to live in an apartment all alone, 
but when you are a Senior you aren't afraid of anything. O, 
I am so happy! (Does little dance.) 

Peter, (who has gradually come to life, and enjoyed the 
dance very much, clapping) — Say, lady, that was a real treat! 
Do it again! 

Peiscilla. (with a little scream) O, what does this mean? 
What are you doing in my room? 

(Bell) 

Peter, (evasively) There's the telephone bell — I'd ought to 
be answerin' it. 

(Exit Peter, L.) 

Priscilla. That is very singular: I must ask for keys at 
once. If I had not been a Senior, I might have screamed. Think 
of Pris Barnes screaming! 

(Enter Peter, L.) 

Peter. There's a party on the phone inquirin' for the lady in 
No. 3, Miss Bouse. 

Pris. This is No. 3, but I am not Miss House. 

Peter. Well, then, Miss Shed. 

Pris. I am not Miss Shed. 

Peter. Miss G'rage — no, that aint right either. Say, what is 
your name, lady? I've mentioned all the buildin's I know, 'cept 
the public school. 

Pris. Could have been Miss Barnes? 

Peter. That's it! That's it! I knew it was something like 
that. Hurry, they're waitin'. (Exit Pris, L.) No wonder I f ergot 
it, a back number name like that. Barns is absolutely out of 
date. (Takes book from pocket.) Where was I? O yes — (reads) 
"John was entirely alone, surrounded by twelve savage bandits. 
The light rifle that he carried looked inadequate beside the guns 
carried by his captors. How he managed to overcome such a 
number and leave them dead upon the field, is a matter that he 
does not remember. Suffice it to say, when the first days of the 
morning sun painted the gray sky with crimson, John was free — 
free, but filled with an awful thirst for vengeance that could 
be quenched in no way but one. Stealthily he crept forward on 
all fours. (Bell has been ringing during the reading. It finally 
catches Peter's attention. He listens as it rings one more violent 
peal, and then pocket's his book in deep disgust.) Can't they let 
a feller have no chanst to improve his mind? (Opens door L.) 
Hello! 



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(Enter Mr. Jasper Holmes, who looks every inch a senior.) 

Mr. Holmes. Hello, my man! I am looking for the janitor. 
Are you him — he? 

Peter. On three a week? Not me. Mike's gone out. 

Mr. H. Well, who are you? 

Peter. Andrew Carnegie. Did you come fer a lib'ry? 

Mr. H. (With the dignity of 21 years.) Here, boy, do not be 
impudent. This is my apartment, and I have come to take pos- 
session. 

Peter. All right I'll tell your wife when she comes back. 

Mr. H. (aside.) My wife! Really, that boy is rather clever. 
Noting my moustache (takes small mirror from pocket and ex- 
amines something fuzzy on upper lip.) Yes, noting my mous- 
tache, he has evidently taken me for a family man. I'll just say 
nothing, (aloud.) Here, boy, ahem — take this (hands Peter a 
dime) and run away. 

Peter. Tipped! by a student! (falls fainting from room.) 

Mr. H. Really, this will be a very pleasant bachelor apart- 
ment when I have unpacked my pipes and steins. A little ex- 
pensive, but I feel that as one of the Seniors, I have the repu- 
tation of the college at stake. And as I am going to give a stag 
party for the new glee club, I want things just so. Hark! 

Voice of Pris. In that room? (She is greatly excited.) 

Voice of Peter. Yes, in there. And I says, just like that, 
I'll tell your wife when she comes up, jest like that I told him, 
and he give me this, A hull dime. I didn't have no change so 
I kep' it all. 

Mr. H. Ah, that must be the chambermaid to whom he is 
talking so familiarly. I want to see her. (Hurriedly smoothes 
moustache. Enter Pris and Peter, L.) 

Mr. H. Ah — er — Katie, so here you are. Please be so good as 
to run and get me some clean towels. 

Pris. What? I'll do nothing of the kind! Who are you? 
How dare you order me? 

Peter. Yes, I'm a good guesser — that's his wife, all right. 
I've heard them married conversations before. 

(Enter Mrs. O'Leary, C.) 

Mrs. O'L. (in a tired voice.) How de do, lady. I come to 
clean up, lady. Where shall I begin? 

Pris. I'm sure I don't know. I didn't send for you. 

Mrs. O'L. Perhaps your husband could tell me, lady. Shall 
I look to him? 



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(Mb. H. strokes upper Up.) 

Pris. You've made a mistake, I tell you! I don't want you 
here at all. 

Mrs. O'L. All right, lady. My orders was to come. Goodbye, 
lady. 

(Exit Mrs. O'Leary, C. Peter also moves toward door, L.) 

Pris. Peter, Peter, don't desert me — help me to put this man 
out! 

Peter. Not me! I don't care to hear no reasons why Mar- 
riage is a Failure. 

(Exit Peter, L.) 

Pris. Sir, if you are a gentleman, you will leave at once! 

Mr. H. Really! And why, pray, should I leave my apart- 
ment? 

Pris. Your apartments, sir! 

Mr. H. Certainly. And now get those towels, that's a good 
girl. 

Pris. O, dear! Can't I move the man? Must I remain here 
to be insulted? 

Mr. H. Dear me, no. Go, any time you like, but return — 
with towels. 

Pris. Once and finally, will you go away? 

Mr. H. Once and finally — no, Katie. 

Pris. Very well. I will simply sit here and wait for the 
janitor. I dare say you can understand nothing but brute force. 
(Seats herself in chair, R, and folds arms.) 

Mr. H. Ah well! The girl does not know who I am. 
(Seats himself in chair, L, and folds arms.) 

Pris. (rising and dashing away a tear.) Sir, I do not under 
stand this matter, but my fighting blood is up. I am going down 
to see the agent, to report your shameful conduct. (Powders 
nose, adjusts hatpins, hastens out, L.) 

Mr. H. Well, now what do you think of that? I never 
treated a house maid with more respect in my life! Maybe it's 
what I didn't do! Sometimes a slight osculation. No, she didn't 

look that kind. Mighty well dressed, too. but here, that 

girl may go down to the agent and say something to ruin my 
reputation! I think I'll just look the man up myself! 

(Exit Mr. H., L.) 
(Bell rinjgs. Enter Peter and Lester Wells, C.) 

Peter. Yes, I'm rentin' this apartment. Mike, he said he'd 
gimme a quarter if I found a promisin' tenant, (aside.) Guess 
I've earned 75 cents, already. 









PRISCILLA'S ROOM 7 

Mr. Wells, (rather carelessly dressed, carries an old suit 
case.) All right, old sport. I'll take 'em. Nothing too good for 
a Junior. Open up that suit case, son, and hand me the glorious 
banners of 19 — , dear old 19 — . Handle 'em reverently, kid. 

Peter, (gives Mr. Wells the banners, holds up a pair of very 
gaudy socks.) Is these yours, too? 

Mr. W. You bet. Nifty, aren't they? Nothing too good for 
a Junior. 

Peter. Do you wear 'em? 

Mr. W. Yep, on cloudy days. 

Peter. Well, I'm goin\ They hurt my ears. 

(Exit Peter. Mr. W. tacks up pennants and the photo of a 
girl taken from his vest pocket. He is half concealed by por- 
tiere. Enter Priscilla, L.) 

Pris. Well, I had a breathless run, but victorious! Beat a 
Senior if you can! 'The agent has promised to look after that 
impudent man who was here, and teach him a decided lesson. 
Now for a little quiet. O, the work I've got to do! (Mr. W. 
peeks cautiously from behind curtain at her — she sees him, 
smothers a scream.) (aside.) Dear, dear, another scare! Any- 
one but a Senior would have screamed! Who is he? I musn't 
let him think I am afraid, at all events. (Aloud.) Sir, who are 
you and what are you doing in here? 

Mr. W. (Coming down G.) Doing? Putting the room to 
rights, to be sure. 

Pris. (Aside.) Why, of course — he is the janitor. (Aloud.) 
Well, I am glad I have seen you. You will stand by me, won't 
you? 

Mr. Wells. (Admiringly.) I sure will. When? 

Pris. O, I'll let you know if I need you. (She calmly settles 
herself at table, with books, to the amazement of Mr. W.) Now 
hurry, my good man, get through, as I have a lot of work to do 
in here. 

(Mr. W. gasps, stares and gasps.) 

(Enter Mrs. O'Leary, C.) 

Mrs. O'L. How de do, lady. I got orders to come back again. 
I should of ben here yistiddy to clean the windows and fix up 
nice, but my husband he was — er — sick, and Johnnie he aint big 
enough to do nothin' much, and Willie he couldn't miss his 
school, he's workin' fer a prize, Willie is. He's a smart boy, 
Willie is. The rest of 'em takes more after their father. And 
Jennie she got a job in the store last week. 






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Pris. Yes, yes — what do you want of me now? 

Mrs. O'L. I look to you to tell me what to do, lady. 

Pris. Dear me, I don't know. Ask that man. 

Mrs. O'L. O, very well, I'll look to your husband for orders 
after all, then — It's him I shall look to, is it, lady? Why, he 
aint the same one I seen here the last time, is he, lady? 

Pris. Woman, that individual is the janitor! 

Mr. W. Met Do I look like a janitor? Met A Junior? 
Where are you trying to get off? I'll never take that, even from 
the housemaid! 

Pris. Housemaid! And the second time! What do you mean, 
sir? 

Mr. W. I mean you! You came in my room and said you 
had work to do! And then you take me for a — for a — say, we're 
getting all balled up here, aren't we? 

Pris. Well, you said you were fixing things up in here. Who, 
but a janitor, would be doing that, in my room? 

Mr. W. Now see here, sister, you're sure in the wrong place 
somehow. I rented this room from a freckled little kid, about 
ten minutes ago. Probably you got the wrong floor. 

Mrs. O'L. Stolidly. Which'll I look to, lady? 

Pris. O, I don't know — only stay with me, stay! Tell that 
man to leave! This is my room, and he has no right to be here: 

Mrs. O'L. Yes, lady. I thought when I seen him he wasn't 
the same one I seen when I first seen you the other time. 

Mr. W. Come, now, my good woman — 

Mrs. O'L. I aint your good woman. Stand back, young feller. 
I never seen the man yet that was stronger than me. 

Pris. (Wildly.) O, they're all trying to get my room! Why 
can't they look somewhere else? I don't understand it! 

(Enter Michael, C.) 

Michael. Here, now, what's the matter wid ye all? Nothin' 
serious, I hope? I've jist been quietin' considerable of a fracas 
amongst the students on the sicond flure, and it's winded I am 
intirely. Faith, but those shtudents are shtrong! (rubs 
shoulder ruefully.) 

Pris. (Facing him, angrily.) Are you the janitor? Now 
don't tell me you are specializing in Botany and these are your 
rooms. 

Michael. Sure, I'm the janitor. I'd own to anything rather 
than be took for a shtudent. 

Pris. Then whose rooms are these? Answer me that. 



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Peter. (W7w has entered, L, unobserved.) Gosh, that's 
more'n I could tell anybody. 

(Enter Mr. Holmes, L.) 

Mr. H. What, are we giving a little party? Come, come, 
my good people, this joke has gone too far. I have had 'a trouble- 
some afternoon, and I entreat you now to leave me in peace and 
quiet in my apartments. You've surely finished all the necessary 
work by this time. As a Senior, I demand that you withdraw. 
Hold — (spies banner of 19 — ) What's this? Is my room to be 
polluted with the colors of 19 — ? Kindly take them out when 
you go. 

Mr. Wells. Don't you touch 'em. I'm right here to fight 
for that flag! 

Mr. H. And what, pray, are you doing here? 

Mr. W. Doing, confound you — this is my room! 

Mr. H. O, no, my good fellow, it's mine. 

Pris. And I say — it is mine! Mine alone! 

Michael. Now, all of ye, state your claims, state your claims. 
We'll sift this matter to the bottom, begobs! 

Mr. W. I paid my rent in advance down at the office. That's 
the word of a Junior and a gentleman. 

Mr. H. I engaged it this morning, myself. And that is the 
word of a gentleman and a Senior. 

Pris. I rented it this very day from the agent! And I am 
not only a Senior, but a Woman. 

Peter. Gee! That settles it. 

Michael. Sure, a mixup! What shall we be doin' whin 
shtudents disagree? 

Mrs. O'L. (To Pris.) Shall I sail into any of 'em for you, 
lady? 

Pris. O, dear, no, it is bad enough now. Wait! Gentlemen, 
I have an idea! Let us all go to the agent, and have this matter 
settled peaceably. Who reaches the office first may first state his 
claim, and will doubtless get the room. 

Mr. Wells. Gee, a fine sporting proposition. I'm on. 

Mr. Holmes. I also am willing. 

Michael. Foine! It lets me out, begobs. 

Pris. Being a woman, I am sure you will allow me a little 
bit of a start in this race. I will start from the entrance and 
you from your present positions. 

Mr. W. It's hardly fair to you folks. I won the first prize 
for sprintin' last season. 



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Mr. H. And I ought to warn you all. I'm the crack hurdle 
racer of my college. 

Michael. Sure, he'll go over strate-cars and all! 

Peis. Perhaps it is a hopeless task, but all I ask is a little 
start. Be ready to start when you hear a whistle. Come on. 
Peter, do the whistling for me. 

Peter. Shall I clear the street? 

Pris. Wait. If I see the agent first, the room is mine? 

Mr. W. and H. O, yes, certainly, (They smile meaningly.) 

(Mrs. O'Leary, who has been wiping window, drops work and 
stands anxiously awaiting results. Pris. passes out L, a door 
is heard to slam. Mr. H. and Mr. W. assume positions, all ready 
for racing, each fearful lest the other have an inch more start 
than he. Shrill whistle is heard. They make a violent start, 
run through L entrance, then a mighty bump is heard. Then 
pounding, and then the two racers return, rubbing heads.) 

Mr. W. and Mr. H. (Solemnly.) The door was LOCKED. 
On the outside. 

Michael. Gee ! 

Mr. H. We're trapped, by Jove. 

Mr. W. The window! The window! 

Mrs. O'L. (Blocking window.) No you don't. No cheatin* 
in this game. 

Mr. W. (Wrathfully.) Cheating! That's past praying for! 

Mrs. O'L. Never you mind. I'm goin' to guard the interests 
of my sex. 

Michael. Well, I'll be blamed if you don't have to watch a 
woman! They'll bate ye ivery time. 

Mrs. O'L. You might as well give in, for sure as my name is 
O'Leary, Jones that was, you'll never get out till you do. 

Pris. (Sweetly, off L.) Gentlemen, I have just been talking 
with the agent. I met him in the hall. Are the rooms mine? 

(Silence.) 

Pris. I do hope you're not offended, for if you are, I can't un- 
lock you. And Peter is in a hurry. Perhaps you noticed I took 
him out with me. I suspected he had a key — and he had. Is 
the room mine, gentlemen? 

(Silence.) 

Mrs. O'L. (Brandishing mop-rag.) Speak up now. There's 
two of us agin you. 
Mr. H. Well, I don't care for these rooms, anyway. Too small. 



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Mrs. O'L, Spoken like a man. (Looks threateningly at Mb. 
W.) 

Mb. W. Well, I'd just as soon be nearer the college. Too 
slow out here. 

Mrs. O'L. Spoken like a — prevarycator. There's little dif- 
ference. 

Michael. Unlock the dure, lady. Sure, it's all yer own way. 

Pris. (Enters L, radiantly.) Thank you so much, gentlemen. 
And now let me tell you a secret. It may be valuable in the 
future. When a Senior, and a Woman, says it's her room, why, 
that's just whose room it is ! I hope I haven't inconvenienced 
you? 

Peter. Inconvenienced 'em. Gee! 

Michael. (Takes down sign.) Come on. It's all over. 

Pris. Goodnight, gentlemen. I hope you will find delightful 
apartments. 

Peter. Come on, everybody, all together with a tiger. 
(Shouts.) Whose room is this? 

Mr. W. That's right, be sports, everyone. Now — whose 
room is this? 

All. (Pointing to Pris.) HERS! HOORAY! 

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